[ Make it even. Gabe makes a strangled noise, digging his nails into his palms. But he's been given an order and he hates the part of himself that settles at the sound of it. That wants to jump to it like a good soldier.
It could be worse. It has been, in the past.
He stands up slowly. He still feels sick, overheating. He can feel his implants burning hot in his skull.
Do or die. Get it done, sniper. Gabe exhales through his teeth. His tech isn't working, but he knows more or less where Daryl is. And so he strikes. Closed fist, aimed for center mass. ]
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It could be worse. It has been, in the past.
He stands up slowly. He still feels sick, overheating. He can feel his implants burning hot in his skull.
Do or die. Get it done, sniper. Gabe exhales through his teeth. His tech isn't working, but he knows more or less where Daryl is. And so he strikes. Closed fist, aimed for center mass. ]